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Kiriban for DracoAries part 2/3The room is empty, a mess as usual, and out of habit he starts to pick up the discarded clothes before stopping, letting those fall back where there were, but not before rising the shirt to his face, burying his nose in it, inhaling deeply. Suddenly it's as if he was here again with him, his lover, and his fists clench in the fabric as he takes in this known scent, the permanent perfume of cinnamom incense that is Orochimaru signature.Kiriban for DracoAries part 2/3 by spadiekitchenqueen
A noise in the corridor, approching steps, makes him raise his head like a hunted rabbit, and he jumps in a small recess, hiding himself in the dusty folds of a fabric stage decoration.
Here he is, Orochimaru, in all his pale, almost otherwordly beauty.
Tenzou drinks his sight like a thirsty man would swallow water but all the happiness that submerged him at seeing his former lover is washed away, leaving nothing but an acrid, bitter taste of betrayal when another familiar silhouette enters behind him.
It's almost an animal growl that rises to
Kiriban for Draco Aries part 1/3Orochimaruuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!Kiriban for Draco Aries part 1/3 by spadiekitchenqueen
The hysterical screams of the groupies tear the night as the man steps out his limo, eyes hidden behind his eternal sunglasses (and how he remembers those, the times he used to slide them up the nose of his lover, but those times are gone) and waves at his fans before entering the night club.
The press of the crowd around him is like a living thing, flowing and ebbing as he tries to get to the first ranks, to the entry, the bouncer is new but he has to try.
"Sir, please, sir, I know him, let me in!"
"Tenzou, Sir, Yamato Tenzou, he knows me, we are friends.."
"Not on the list." The man is already disinteresting himself from the young brown haired man in front of him, turning to another one begging to enter
"But he knows me!" His pleading voice is lost on the cacophony and he realises he won't enter. He stops to fight the flow of people pressing around and feels himself be pushed asides, pushed away, like he has already been cast away from his former'
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